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“C’mon, sugar,” Curtis murmurs against your chest and he nudges your legs apart with his knee. His beard tickles your decolletage when his lips move against it. His voice is low and deep, and quiet enough to be only for you. When you spread your thighs for him he groans about what a good girl you are.
His mouth seals around your tit as his fingers tease along the inside of your thighs. He hums around your nipple, and you keen quietly and push your chest at him. He gets a little suction going, and then lavishes attention on it with his tongue. It hardens with his efforts, and he nibbles at the pebbled flesh.
His fingers move to your clit, slapping it a few times. Each time it makes you jump, your tits bounce. He lets your nipple graze over his tongue with the movement. His hand circles your other tit, and he slips his fingers over the slope of it, lets the weight of it rest in his palm while he flicks his calloused fingers over the stiff peak of your nipple.
“Can I try something?” His rough voice is scarcely more than the tickle of his breath on your neck. With the blanket tacked up in front of Curtis’s sleeping compartment it’s dark, but you know he can feel you nod.
He pinches one of your nipples until it stands at attention for him. You feel the delicate glide of… something you can’t identify against the taut skin. His hand pulls away, but the object stays, tightening down with a pressure that isn’t exactly painful, but it certainly rides the edge between pleasure and pain.
“Oh,” you gasp. It turns into a moan. A whispered, “Fuck.” Your hips buck, and your core bumps against Curtis’s groin. He’s hard enough to pound nails.
“Bobby pins,” he grunts, rutting his cock against you.
“The other one?” you whine.
He grazes a finger over the nipple that already has a bobby pin around it, and you’re surprised to find it blindingly fucking sensitive. The sensation is just this side of overwhelming, and goes straight to your clit. Suddenly desperate to come, you keen, sliding your fingers down your bare torso to rub at the little nub at the apex of your thighs.
Curtis doesn’t miss the movement, and slaps your hand away. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls. The command, even whispered as it was, is full of authority, and you moan his name.
His fingers toy with your other nipple, until it has stiffened to his satisfaction. The same slide of the metal bobby pin, and the tightening of it, it isn’t a surprise this time, but it still makes you gasp.
“So sensitive, sugar,” he mumbles, slipping his hand down to your cunt. He gets two fingers inside you and a thumb on your clit. It’s not sensual, it’s an experiment. He’s dying to see just how sensitive you are. He blows a puff of cool air over your chest and you squirm. Then seals his mouth over your tit and starts flicking it with his tongue.
Your back bows up off Curtis’s sleep mat with a shocked intake of air. He moves his fingers inside you, rubbing your clit in time with the flicks, and it’s absolutely electric. Each flutter of his tongue sends a zing of electricity directly to your clit. It’s embarrassing how quickly it gets you to the edge.
“Curtis, fuck, ‘m gonna come,” he grunts an acknowledgment, and you slip over the precipice into ecstasy. You come with a sob, gushing over his hand, and bucking against his fingers in time with ministrations of his talented tongue.
He spreads your legs wide with his thighs and slots himself between them. The head of his thick cock nudges against your entrance. You spread yourself winder, inviting him inside. He slides in with a deep groan of satisfaction. You get your legs around his lean hips as he hovers over you, savoring the clenching pressure around his cock.
He keeps himself slotted in deep, and bends to suck at your nipple. He rolls his tongue over it and nearly chokes with the way your cunt squeezes him greedily, and your hips jerk against his.
With a primal sound, he pulls your legs over his shoulders, and curls over you, nearly bending you in half. But it lets him get his cock into you even deeper, and he can still toy with your nipples.
Curtis knows how to push your buttons, but you’ve never come so quickly or easily as you are now. He's always been a little crazy for your tits, but the effect these two little bobby pins are having on you has made him feral. His hips collide with yours, and you’re both beyond caring if anyone can hear you. It’s nothing they haven’t heard before.
“Bite down on this,” he pushes something hard between your teeth, “and don’t scream.”
Then the pressure around your nipple disappears as he gently removes the bobby pin. And you realize why he’d given you something to bite down on. If the sensation with the bobby pins on was extreme, taking them off? It is atomic. Your brain whites out with static, and you come harder than you ever have before. Somehow you manage not to scream your pleasure, but tears leak uncontrollably from the corners of your eyes, and you dig your nails into Curtis’s shoulders hard enough that he’ll have ten bloody crescent moon shapes tattooed on his skin for a few days until they heal.
“You okay, sugar?” he pants. His voice is abrupt and strained. You realize it’s restraint. He’s trying not to come right now, but he’s also trying not to completely lose his mind and take you apart from the ground up.
You nod. Huffing breaths around the rod still clamped between your teeth.
“I’m gonna do the other one now.”
Shit. That’s right. The other one. You make a noise of assent. Immediately the pressure is gone, and the bobby pin vanishes. The white static, and unbelievable pleasure returns.
Curtis hisses when your cunt squeezes him. The rhythmic clenchreleaseclench was almost undoing the first time it happened, this time he just lets it pull him under. Your pussy relentlessly milks him until he finds his own edge. He pulls out and leans over you, jerking his cock in a tight fist until he’s striping hot come over your tits with a growled curse, and guttural grunt.
He collapses beside you, and you both gasp fuck in unison, and laugh.
“I’ve never come that hard in my life,” you pant.
His bristly beard tickles your shoulder when he presses a kiss to it. “Good,” he huffs, “but I’m not done with you yet.”
He gives you precious few minutes to recover before he pins you down and licks his come off your tits.